Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 7554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 38(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“Don’t tease me. Fuck me, Ian, please.”
“Your wish is my command, Kitten.”
“Less talk, more everything else.”
I chuckle before getting up on my knees. I slam into her body and she wraps her legs around my waist. Fuck, I can’t last this way. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, gone is the beautiful virgin from last night and in her place is the confident woman I love more than anything. I feel her pussy squeeze my dick as she comes, screaming my name. I can’t hold back any longer and I fill her with my seed again. Her carrying my child is all I can think about now.
“Fuck, Kitten, you are amazing,” I tell her as I pull out of her slowly and lay beside her.
“You’re not so bad yourself, stud,” she says as she rolls over on top of me. It’s not lost on me that I want her so badly, I don’t really need a rest period after filling her.
“You’re adorable,” I say, chuckling.
“Well, well, well. That’s not something a girl likes to hear when she’s naked on top of you,” she says, tsking.
“I stand corrected. You’re sexy. Is that better?”
“Better,” she says, reaching between us. She wraps her fist around my dick and strokes it a few times before raising up and slamming her pussy down on me. She winces, and I know she has to be in pain.
“Kitten,” I say, stopping her.
“I’m not stopping, it’s just fuller, deeper this way. I’ll get used to it,” she replies, fully seating herself on me.
“Shit,” I hiss as she starts moving.
“Let’s get married on New Year’s Eve,” she says, as I sit up, taking her nipple into my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” I murmur into her soft skin. She leans back and uses her hands on my thighs for leverage as we move in unison.
We come together and then head into a steamy shower. We are getting married in less than five days and have so much to do. I for one can’t wait to make her my bride and speed the rest of my life with her.
Epilogue
Ian
Five Years Later
Today is my niece Kayleigh’s sixth birthday party and the little princess is having the time of her life with her school friends and cousins in a maze of bounce houses and carnival food. The sugar high and subsequent crash will be epic.
“Daddy?” Our four-year-old, Deena, says as she runs up to me. Her face is covered in chocolate and cotton candy is stuck to that. I catch her and swing her around.
“Yes, my baby?”
“I’m sleepy and my tummy hurts,” she says, putting her head on my shoulder.
“Let’s find Mommy,” I say, leading her through the throng of kids. She has over done it, but she’ll be right as rain with a little nap.
“You can lay her down in Klaire’s room,” Kristina says as I pass her.
“Thanks,” I say heading in that direction. I deposit my sleeping baby girl in her cousin’s bed and close the door behind me.
When I pass the bathroom, I am pulled inside. My wife is suddenly in my arms.
“Hey baby,” she breathes, rubbing her body against mine.
“Wife?” I ask, smirking.
“I need you,” she says.
“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, lifting her onto the counter, when I try to kiss her, she gently pushes my shoulders so that I go down onto my knees. I lift her dress and find her panty-less, not that I am surprised. She hates wearing them. I bury my face in between her thick thighs and kiss her there. She moans and fists her hands into my hair.
“Ian, please,” she begs, and I add a finger into her tight heat. I can’t believe my good fortune that this woman is my wife. She’s my love and my life.
Standing, I unbuckle my belt and my pants and let them drop to the floor. I pull my boxers down just enough to pull my cock out. I stroke it a few times before pulling her to the edge of the counter. She wraps her legs around me and I slide home.
“Still so tight,” I groan as I slam into her again and again. Her lips find mine and she kisses me. Then she moves her lips over to my ear.
“Ian?”
“Yes, Kitten?”
“I’m pregnant again,” she whispers, and I stop moving.
We had no trouble conceiving Deena, but our second child has proved more elusive, though not for a lack of trying. I pull my torso back so I can look at her.